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The lights of the Pearson International Airport came into view, the attendant announced that they would be landing at terminal three in approximately ten minutes. All this plane hopping had left him with a nasty case of jet lag, however as they started their decent he felt a since of fulfillment even though the mission had just began.
As he exited the airliner, he noticed that his Canadian contacts were already there as promised. Shuffled into a black sadan, he was whisked away at a terrifying rate of speed into the night. Thirty minutes or so had gone by when they abruptly stopped in front of a sleazy looking club decorated by a flashing neon light, a silhouette of a naked woman. Two burly looking men forcefully ushered him through the front doors that led to a sally port of sorts. Before his eyes could adjust to the surroundings, he was escorted through a set of swinging doors and into the club. 'Keep your head bent and your eyes down"barked the larger of his two handlers. Through the club, out the side exit door ,into a waiting marked police car. Toronto Police Services was written on the side, he had noticed this in the reflection of a store's front window. After what seemed to be forever, being thrown about as they weaved up and down the side streets of this city they called Toronto. Finally coming to a halt in an underground garage, he was removed from the back seat, his bag shoved into his stomach." Go through the door marked A2, knock three times on apartment three, " whispered the huge officer. Knock,knock,knock, the door opened, he enters what will be his place, first to relax, then plot, research, and implement the mission. Months would pass before he would leave this sanctuary. He needed to stay out of sight, just in case they suspected that he was present in this city of infidels.

Sun beams pierced his eyes like tiny razors. Six months had past since the night he arrived. Six months of pouring over what at times felt like tons of information. Information that had been collected including maps, commercial real estate for sale, u-haul rentals companies, nursery locations, local gangs,police head quarters, busiest tourist times,traffic reports, bridge reports, small airports, helicopter pads, so much information. The cells had done their job well. There was nothing that had been left to guess, it was perfect. For the very first time he received the exact number of sleepers that were at his disposal. 245 each consisting of 15 fighters,3675 men.
Late one

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